Moving OnWhen I moved from high school to college (I had the three school system in the UK) I was glad I was going away because so much pain had been caused and damage had been done between me and my 'friends'. Now I miss so many people. You know the saying 'Out of sight, out of mind.' It felt like that. Because I moved, I saw people less often, so I lost contact. Rather quickly. I know that most of these people couldn't care less about me, but I miss them all, despite all the stuff that happened.
But there was one girl, and I loved her. I had for three years. And she moved to the same college. But she started changing. I felt her moving away. We had become so close over the years, maybe because of my feelings for her, I don't know. But we started talking less and less, maybe because my feelings for her were changing. She knew that I liked her at one point, but not that I still did. Or how much.
She'll never know that a day doesn't go by without me thinking about her.